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I assured him I had no influence, which he was not equally inclined to believe, and the less, no doubt, because Mr. Ashburner, the drapier, addressing himself to me at that moment, informed me that I had a great deal.
"I've drudged all my life and I hate to see her drudge." "She won't have it as hard as you have had it," Mary said. "Dick will always make a good income." "She will have a harder time than you've had, Mary," said Mrs. Ashburner, and her eyes swept the pretty room wistfully.
"And I am not going to be married in a hurry, mother. Dick's got to wait for me if he wants me." It sounded very worldly-minded and decisive and Mrs. Ashburner gained an envious comfort in her daughter's declaration. She had never set herself against a man's will in that way. Perhaps, after all, Nannie would make a success of marriage.
I assured him I had no influence, which he was not equally inclined to believe, and the less, no doubt, because Mr Ashburner, the drapier, addressing himself to me at this moment, informed me that I had a great deal.
The later symptoms of rabies in this animal, no one, perhaps, has had the opportunity of observing: we witness only the sullenness and the ferocity. 'Rabies in the Fowl'. Dr. Ashburner and Mr. King inoculated a hen with the saliva from a rabid cow. They made two incisions through the integument, under the wings, and then well rubbed into these cuts the foam taken from the cow's mouth.
"I have escaped that." Nannie and her mother slept in the back parlor of the boarding-house. They had single beds and it was in the middle of the night that Mrs. Ashburner said: "Are you awake, Nannie?" "Yes, I am." "Well, I can't seem to get to sleep. Maybe it's the coffee and maybe it's because I have you on my mind. I keep thinking that I hate to have you get married, honey."
Mary knew, and Nannie's first month's salary had been spent in the purchase of a serge one-piece frock. Mrs. Ashburner had rebelled at the expense. But Mary had been firm. "Mr. Knox won't have anybody around the office who looks slouchy or sloppy. It will pay in the end." Nannie thought Mr. Knox wonderful. "He says that he wants me to work hard so that I can handle some of his letters."
He looked all right to me before I went into the office. But after you've seen men like Mr. Knox well, our kind seem common." Mrs. Ashburner was calling that Dick McDonald was down-stairs. Nannie, powdering her nose with Mary's puff, was held by the earnestness of the other woman's words. "Let Dick love you, Nannie. He's such a dear."
Ashburner had asked Mary if there was any chance for her in Kingdon Knox's office. Mary had considered it, but had seemed to hesitate. "We need another typist, but I am not sure it is the place for her." "Why not?" Mary did not say why. "I wish she didn't have to work at all. She ought to get married." "Dick McDonald wants her. But she's too young, Mary." "You were married at nineteen."
So Dick passed on, and Tommy Jackson beat his hands against his breast as he made his way through the whirling snow, his footsteps deadened by the frozen carpet which the storm had spread. Mary Barker was delighted when Nannie told of her engagement to Dick. She talked it over with Mrs. Ashburner. "It will be the best thing for her." Mrs. Ashburner was not sure.
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